Notes From a Georgia Waffle House
Are we one, two, or three-ply people?
Are we one, two, or three-ply people?
I feel as though I ought to have a more bold and discrete position.
I am more worried about the effects that these conversations have on adults.
Our thoughts need company as desperately as we do.
What can you know about me through my unread books?
Names trend up and down all the time. It’s weird to mourn the loss of a name.
Little by little, I’m watching graves turn into gardens.
Where is the line is between voyeur and vigil-keeper?
Only after living with persistent pain did I understand why old people can be so grumpy.
Taking ownership of your finances is daunting, but possible.